I proceeded to make weekend plans to spend time with Diego, which seemed to excite the girls. They decided that they needed to take me shopping and help fix me up for my date, so we planned a day later in the week to all go to the mall together.
Then, late on Tuesday night, I heard from Stanley again via a late night text.
Stanley: Was hopeful we could revisit our 'discussion' from the other night. I am still unclear on a few things. I will be in the garage in a half hour.
Of all people, I certainly understood my neighbor's desire to explore his hidden desires, and while a late night booty call came with its own excitement, I also didn't want him to start seeing me as his side piece. So I thought about my response for several minutes before finally responding.
Me: I can probably get away for a few. But I need two things. A nude pic of Carol and a pair of her used panties.
Stanley: WTF?
Me: I told you, I'm still into women. She's hot. We both get what we want.
Stanley was radio silent for nearly half an hour. Just when I thought he was going to back out, my phone dinged. I quickly opened it to find not one, but two photos of Carol. The first was a side view of her in the shower, lathering up her large boobs. The second was her post shower standing at the mirror, her back turned to the camera.
They weren't porn quality photos, but they were good enough for me to tell that Carol look just as good naked in real life as she had in my fantasies.
Stanley: I've got the other. Meet me. 5 min.
He had certainly done as I had asked, so I told the girls that Stanley needed my help and excused myself. I pulled a pair of gray jogging pants on over my panties and slipped out.
I found him in the garage, dressed in plaid sleep pants and a white wife beater. He looked nervous as fuck, and could barely hide the bulge in his pants.
"Hey buddy, what's up?" I said.
"Those photos were hard to get," he said.
"Were they worth it?"
"I...uh...I think so," Stanley said.
I stopped right in front of him. He held out a leapard print pair and panties and I held them to my nose, breathing in the still rather fresh scent of his wife's pussy. I saw his nostrils flair as I enjoyed the odor, and he seemed to be fighting the urge to touch his now throbbing cock.
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